How blessed are the scamps, for they know the joy of humor, the deep belly laughter that comes from drinking in the Spirit that is free.

How blessed are they who see the deeper humor beneath life's sorrows because they realize behind all phenomena are the watchful eyes of infinite love.

How blessed are those who can laugh about life without mockery; who can see human absurdity without cynicism, and above all things can laugh at their own weakness and folly, for this is the deepest expression of trust.

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© Blake Steele 2005